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OF REVERSE DISCRIMINATION!
That what she was carrying as part of her routine would be reflected on the parcel she brought to the head of the department!
And that the haridan would say: 'Go away! SAAB BUSY MEIN HAI!' TUMHARE LIYE PFURSAT NEIN!'
And because she took her duty to be a diligent deliverer's farz she persisted but it was the same be quit and be gone lack of etiquette from the formidable facade forbidding her entry within of the North Face of Eiger' again and again!
And because it was a hand to hand to hand, she would not leave it at the front desk which would sure as not be whisked off to the rivals across in double quick time, as she had learnt of the dumb charades of Dakshinamurti being played out at every street corner same as Ganapati murti, that when petrified to even open his mouth to give advice, the old croaks around him were slyly into doing a dubious double dealing, double agenting, with the rival firms across the street, while at the same time doing a duty of foolish fatuity,
focusing on him with utmost vacuity
at the same time!
SO THE DUBBAWALLI QUITE INTELLIGENTLY TOOK AWAY THE PTP AND WENT ON HER WAY TO SEND IT BACK TO THE ONE WHO GAVE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!
ROUND ROBIN ROUND!
And because of the law of the round robin: 'What was sent mocking away must comeback cocking a snook again,' it came to the notice of the old croaks long after the event of what had happened at the haridan's ham-handedness!
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| DO WISDOM TEETH BITE? |
And when it is the word
between that of the haridan
under whose hands the head hider hunched and the word of the dubbawalli in the gulalgold saree whom do you think the old croaks believed? be-lie-lived?
Now hop over to
HOT ON THE HOP!
OF A PERCEPTIVE POVERTY. . .
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